Dear Newt,
I have no idea how people are supposed to start these things, so I guess I'll start by saying life isn't sucking any more than usual. We finally set up enough shelters for all the Immunes and everyone's happy with them, for the most part. (Jorge's a damn shuck-face all the time, constantly whining about how his shelter's not big enough. I can't understand half of his insults though)
Thomas and Brenda got together. Yup, our Greenie's all grown up. I can't even talk to him now, he's always with her. And since Jorge's being an ass and everyone else thinks I'm a sarcastic shank, I got no one to talk to now. Which is probably why I'm writing letters to dead guys.
Anyway, some of us are thinking of calling our little "town" Haven. I like the name, but I thought I'd get your opinion. Like it? Good. It's staying then. Thanks for the help, man. Personally, I would've called this place the Glade, but I guess that life's done and over. Sometimes I miss it. Being Keeper of the Runners gets you nowhere when the only other Runner around is busy making out with Brenda all the time.
Thomas told me, by the way. I know you wanted him to do it, you dumb shuck-face, so I hope you're happy where you are now. If you see Chuck, tell him I say hi, and if you see Alby, tell him I'm sorry. I couldn't get him out of the Maze fast enough that day. He wouldn't have been Stung so badly if I had. And I guess you can tell Theresa thanks for saving Thomas' life. (And that I'm sorry for being such a shank to her)
Wherever you are, I hope it's nice. (I may not be a damn poet, but you know that "nice" really means "beautiful and safe and lovely") I'm glad you aren't in pain anymore and that you have everything you want now. Except me, of course. ;) (I can't believe I stuck a goddamn winky face in this)
I miss you. Wait for me, ok?
Save a halo for me, angel.
—Minho
PS: I still love you, Newt, so much it hurts. I hope you didn't forget that.
And from his unseen place, hidden among the stars, Newt smiled.